The Billionaire Brother Series: Crazy Wildness

cuses lined up. Mr. Spencer couldn’t possibly have time. He didn’t even know them and couldn’t be expected to let just anyone ride in one of his cars. She’d imagined the p

e lovely offer, Mr. Spencer, but Zion and I have already taken enough of your time.” “Like I said, I’ve got all afternoon.” He smiled at her again. “And it’s Darius.”

ant to go out in the fast car.” His hair was as dark as the devil, his features more handsome than a man with his wealth deserved. She’d half expected to be met today by a flock of Spencer Imports publicity reps. After all, she’d figured the slick, filthy-rich business owner giving his time to a young man like Zion would be a publicist’s goldmine. Yet Darius had come alone and was dressed casually in jeans and a dark T-shirt—one that emphasized h

ollector of things, so she’d assumed he probably collected people, too…until he got tired of them. But then she remembered the way he’d looked at her and Zion, with a longing that she didn’t quite understand, but felt all the same, right in the center of her chest where her heart was beating just

ay from him. Darius didn’t know their story, even though Nathalie sometimes felt like everyone else did, as though it was the only thing that defined her and Zion. Eleven years ago, her brother had been hit by a car driven by a rich teenager who was driving way too fast. The teenager’s father had not only bought him out of a prison sentence, he’d also forced her parents to a

her, she’d also lost her parents to financial worry and emotional turmoil, years before they’d passed away in a private plane crash. Speed had taken so much from her and her brother, but Zion was a good kid. He always had been, and she couldn’t help giving in to him when he wanted something badly. Surely one ride here today had to be a safe way for Zion to experience that speed he so longed for...and if she had any longing left inside of her for just th

e ready for us.” Once again, Darius keyed a code into a pad next to an office door. The lights inside turned on automatically, illuminating a desk and bookshelves crammed with manuals, the names of the cars written along their spines. There were trophies and framed photos, mostly of the cars, with only a few including Darius. He punched a couple of numbers on the phone, spoke quietly into it, then turned back to them with that killer smile while he waited for the person on t

nto the roll bar back here to get in.” He demonstrated with a pat on the curved bar behind the passenger seat. “Don’t use the windshield.” The car had no top, just the roll bars behind each of the two seats. The interior was brushed metal, with no carpeting, and the seats were a simple leather bucket. After Zion was in, Darius leaned over the passenger door t

wn. He turned at the end and headed back on the opposite runway, picking up the pace as they came around to pass her. Zion waggled a thumbs-up over the windshield. His lips moved a mile a minute, talking Darius’s ear off. Nathalie smiled, feeling much better about everything...at least, until she realized the car was going faster. And faster. When they made the next turn, she heard tires squeal. Her stomach jumped and she rolled her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down hard, as if the pain would distract her. Ever sinc

the rush of air as it raced right through her...and to feel the same rapture that was now shining on Zion’s face. The Cobra made two more laps before Darius slowed and eased to a stop beside her. “Careful getting out,” he said to Zion. “The pipe down on the side is hot and I don’t want you to burn yourself.” Before she could rush around the car to make sure Zion didn’t touch the big black exhaust pipe, he was already pushing himself out, using the roll bar, not the windshield,

t like the eighteen-year-old he should have been. And she could see that he’d just had so much fun. His elation was bursting out of him like an excited puppy who’d just been let out of his crate. “Was it good?” she asked in a gentle voice. The wind had gusted his hair into spikes and tangles, and she smoothed down the soft brown locks. “The best.” Zion’s eyes gleamed, his gaze bouncing between her and Darius, then finally settling on her.

skirt. There’s no way I can get down into that seat.” But even as she said it, a part of her—a really big part—wanted to take what he offered. Just once, she wanted to close her eyes and race with the wind. “I’ll help you.” Darius held out his hand. “It’s fun, Nathalie.” Zion had to add his two cents. “Once around,” Darius said, his voice low, his gaze deep, his hand still held out to her as if he had no doubt she’d eventually agree. “That’s all it will be. A fast ride that you’re going to love. I promise. Once around,” he said again, before smiling a